Title: Saban’s Power Rangers (aka. “Gay Propaganda = 1 Lesbian” – Russia, 2K17)
Release: March, 2017
Nostalgia is officially in full swing. Due to this, I imagine I will find it difficult to maintain composure and fair-mindedness while reviewing this film (Ohmygosh it was so great beyond belief so good amazing). Darn, there goes my grammar.
Me and four kids found a spaceship buried underground. I’m pretty sure I’m a superhero.
In the town of Angel Grove, the lives of five teenagers are about to change. A lot. When teenagers Jason, Billy, Kimberly, Trini and Zack discover a spaceship buried under a gold mine, they are gifted with the skills of the Rangers and tasked with defeating the villainous Rita Repulsa. Yes, it sounds dorky, but it is awesome.
When it was first announced that Saban and Lionsgate were in cahoots to create the film in mid-2014, there was a lot of scepticism. Particularly from me. I think we can all agree that the base material for this project can be described in an array of ways; cheesy, ridiculous and pretty dumb being among them. Yet it’s cult following remains prominent today. Well, sort of… What the hell is Super Megaforce? Regardless, translating the power rangers to the big screen for a modern audience was a big ask.
The film is not just your run of the mill action flick. It addresses real issues. Billy Cranston, the blue ranger deals with autism. Trini, the yellow ranger deals with labels. Zack, the black ranger deals with being the sole caretaker for his sick mother. Heavy stuff for this mere ‘franchise window dressing’. The film handles the issues directly and carefully decorating the main characters as beautifully flawed, real people.
Can we talk about Rita? I’ll admit. I was doubtful about the casting of Elizabeth Banks, if only due to the fact that she seems like a delightful human being. By gosh, the lady can act. Banks shone as the villain, a role that was ultimately perfect for her. Sure, Repulsa’s plan was a little awry but she’s been at the bottom of the ocean since dinosaur times. That’s a perfectly satisfying reason to have lacking preparation for her Angel Grove takeover.
It’s morphin’ time.”
Director Dean Israelite gives the rangers a contemporary makeover combined, in suitable distribution, with subtle (and not so subtle) nods to its source material, creating a film what will no doubt usher in an abundance of new era Power Rangers fanatics, all while satisfying the nostalgia-hungry children of the 90s (like me).
Verdict: Return to Angel Grove and go see this movie.